Items Lost in a Strip Club
EDOG65
Florida
I was in a club this past weekend and after a number of LD's I realized that the keys to my rental car were missing and I was five states away from my home. Uh oh! Panic set in but luckily a couple of the dancers pitched in and we found the keys and my drivers license under the cushions in the lap dance area after approx 15 minutes of frantic searching. What have you lost in a club, and did you ever find it/them?
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She was apologetic once I ended my series of laps with her and she helped me look back where they'd been. No glasses. Went up to the girl at the entrance podium who calls the groups of girls up on stage (Hip Hop, next song - do they still do that?). She paged "anyone found a pair of glasses?". No response. It was like midnight-one, she suggested I call back between 4-6 am once it emptied out.
I think I did call around then and then later during the cleaning crew. No glasses - did have at least one wallet though! I suspect some jerkoff pocketed them or something.
Fortunately I had a older spare pair back at the motel, which was the Hojo across the street.
One of the worst nights of my life. At least the cops didn't arrest me for the break-in!
Silver lining: How the club staff helped me look and my fav offered to drive me home, warmed my heart.
NEVER DID FIND THOSE KEYS!!!
Nowadays I wear only cheap crappy shades to clubs, and no matter how I try I can't seem to lose them! Funny how $300 pair of shades are lost within an hour of purchase, but my $19.99 Target specials I have had for 5 years!
Sort of like having a trophy wife or a fuglie.
I guess I just lose stuff..... :-(
I miss the posts from Chitownlawyer as well. I am not him. Maybe I should come to the great Southeast and give you one of MY cards.
Another time was a regular lap dance room. Went back and it was a little awkward. Cell phone was sitting on a table by the "naughty girl" couch that I'd just vacated. Kind of tucked into a corner, not much visibility by bouncers or other room occupants. Had to say "excuse me" and reach over a guy and girl having similar fun to what I'd just had.
Another time was humorous. Finish my series of dances with a fave and as she's gathering up her purse and costume she picks up my cell phone. "Hey Kara, that's mine." "Oh, it looks just like my cell phone." Had a laugh.
I've also had the dancer rock the singles out of my front pocket deal where they've landed up partly in the couch cushions. That girl was nice enough to point it out to me, not sure I would have noticed!
It was a Sunday afternoon, so it was hard to get ahold of anybody, let alone a locksmith willing to venture into the mean streets of Washington Park. I learned from one that because of the electronics in my key, the only way I could get a replacement made was to get my car towed to the nearest dealer, then wait for them to open Monday morning. Meanwhile, I had to be at a meeting back in Michigan Monday morning, a five hour+ drive away, so I was debating whether to head to the airport instead. My only hope was that I had dropped the key inside the car before exiting, while trying to slip it into the little pocket in my shorts. After about three hours, as it was turning to dusk, a locksmith finally showed up, and sure enough that's exactly what had happened. Embarrassing though it was discover that, it felt like a death row reprieve, and soon I was on my merry way home. Of course, I never heard the end of it by next time back, even though months had passed.
"I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Watch you weave
Then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Keep track of the visions in my eyes
"While she's deceiving me
It cuts my security
Has she got control of me
I turn to her and say
Don't masquerade
With the guy in shades, oh-no"
first i had my locked car opened by the tow truck guy. had hoped they were misplaced inside, as you describe, but unfortunately not.
i came back in the daylight and searched the parking lot. no keys. my only explanation is someone accidently (can't imagine maliciously) took them home.
chandler,
I occasionally walk from my job @ lunchtime over to my fave dive club for some lunch & some dancer-dessert. Takes me 23 minutes each way. Our L.A. afternoons are notoriously sunny, so shades are a necessity.